Just a little faster and I can make it, hurry, hurry!  Thud! The door is slammed into my face and I fall to the ground.  Uhh, that hurt my head a lot.  Why was I foolish enough to fly into that window right before he said it was to cold and needed to shut it.  So now I am stuck in Michael Crichton’s office, with all of his awards and creepy books scattered all over the place.  I have to find a way to get out of here, and quick!  I zip around the room making a deep buzzing sound until I’m to tired to fly.  So I land on his book case when I see it, a huge white dinosaur skeleton with a giant head and a rib cage like a immense spider’s web ready to trap you.  But as I look up to find an escape route I notice in Bold red print the words Jurassic Park, whew just a book.  Beginning to fly away, a dinosaur once again is blocking my way, a real one!  As I stand for 1 minute waiting for the beast to make a move, it becomes obvious to me now that it is just a model of the dinosaur named after Michael Crichton, the Bienosaurus crichtoni.  Trying to fly away I come across one of his awards The Writers Guild of America award.  Unfortunately my clumsiness caused me to hit the award.  Me and the award fall on top of the bookcase tipping it over.  I fall down in a mirage of books, Congo, The Andromedia Strain, The Lost World, Sphere, Disclosure, and The Rising Sun.  The bookcase and I hit the ground with a thud, Michael, attracted by the thunderous crash came to investigate. He found my crippled, dying body on the floor.  His foot comes down slowly, slowly, slowly............
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